We all die.
The goal isn't to live forever.
The goal is to create something that will.
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I'll be away for a few days, darlings.

In the meantime, 'scuse my horrible lack of updates!

Life= hectic. I, for one, am happy that I made it through the week.

So yea-uh, Shangri-La, here I come; Gym, here I come, poolside mugging, here I come, woohoo.

(And yes. If I meet an Austin, I promise I won't keep you in the dark.)

(Which is highly unlikely anyways, so don't hold your breath.)

(...Because I'll be away for five days, and we wouldn't want you to die of asphyxiationwotchamacallit, would we now?)



Love, love, and more love,
(And deepest apologies for typing in disjointed sentences. It just makes it seem as if I've written far more than I actually have.)

Cara.


"Well, you're wasting time if you're trying to impress me;
I waste all my time just thinking of you."
-Brand New.
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I...

HAVE ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO BLOG ABOUT. :D

No, really. No Austins, no blue-eyed boys, no green-eyed boys, no internet stalkers, no nothing!


(in a s'cond you'll be wrapped around my finger.)

Damn right you will. :D

And gah, gah! I have not fully recovered from the mortification of having Austin think that my music tastes are restricted to the like of
1) High School Musical
2) The Veronicas
3) Avril Lavigne. (!!!)

Whuttttt.

I mean, come ON.
My taste is music is so fully more capacitative (is there even such a word? ...if there isn't, then I PATENTED IT FIRST. :D) than that.

*cringes and dies in a puddle of gloom*

And then when crap happened over there, the only effyouseekaying song I could cry to was High School Musical's "Stick to the Status Quo".

Which is, like. "!!!"

And then I didn't feel like crying any more.

Because aoiads09843(*@&#! who cries to songs like that?

(If YOU do, or know of anyone who does,
please dial 1800-MY-MUSIC-TASTE-IS-THE-PITS! and wait for assistance. thankyou.)

Oh look. I managed to put together a coherent post, after all. ( a RELATIVELY coherent post, at any rate, and it's even got good punctuation [sort of] and good grammar [kind of] to boot.)

Pirates in NINE days.

Count 'em. :D




(Hey, come closer.)




Just one more breath, I beg you, please-
Just one more step, my knees are weak
My heart is sturdy but it needs you to survive;
My heart is sturdy, but it needs you.

Breathe, don't you want to breathe?
I know that you are strong enough to handle what I need
My capillaries scream, there's nothing left to feed on
My body needs a reason to cross that line
Will you carry me there one more time?

Just one long breath, I beg you, please
Just one more step- you are not weak
My legs are sturdy but they need you to survive;
My heart is sturdy- but I need you.

I have reason to believe that I have victories to taste
I can feel them on my teeth, upon my lips and in my chest
I can roll them on my tongue, they are more supple than defeat
I feel the tension in my lungs and every move is fueled by my resolve to--

Breathe, don't you want to breathe?
I know that you are strong enough to handle what I need
My capillaries scream, there's nothing left to feed on
My body needs a reason to cross that line
Will you carry me there one more time?

Breathe, don't you want to breathe?


Your biggest challenge isn't someone else.
It's the ache in your lungs, the burning static in your head,
and the voice inside of you that screams "can't!"
...But you don't listen.
You push harder.
You hear the voice whisper "can";
and you discover that the person you thought you were
is no match for the one you really are.
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Two and a half hours of nonstop rowing,

but it seemed like an eternity--
---an endless expanse of growling waters and the sound of their breathing and the burning in my arms,

and all the while that voice was screaming "CAN'T!" and it screamed until it was hoarse, and until it could barely scream any longer;

but then another voice called through the blur--

"Come on; don't give up;

I'm with you, with you all the way."

and I told the voice of Doubt-- "...Well, to hell with the pain."
and we rowed.

For me.
For you.
For us.
For them.


I feel numb. :/

Not to be confused with emo, kthx.




(and we are screaming you can trust us;)




"But why is the rum gone?"
----

RAH I JUST SAW THE POTC3 TRAILER! :D

...Now please excuse me while I squee into a puddle of sunshine.

Zomgomg! I played it on youtube, and as soon as the opening song started playing; I started doing this strange little jig/dance thing around my Mac.

Me: EEEEEE! <3 Jon, Jana! Look! Piraaaates!
(gets no response)
Me: *makes another valiant attempt to elicit normal human response [ie; springing up and doing similar jig of piratedom around living room] from younger siblings* LOOK! LOOK! *dies of joy* ...WELCOME TO SINGAPORRRRRE!
Jon: *barely glances up* Wow.
Jana: Can you stop playing the Pirates song?

:/ Meep.
[/deflates]

BUT ANYWAY!
After that, I went on a pirate rummage through my closet (my maid isn't going to be very happy. shh.) and found queer doodads which, after some twiddling and tweaking- actually bear eerie resemblance to Jack Sparrow: The Fall Line!
And then I spent some time playing dress-up in front of the mirror and hopping around said mirror to the PotC soundtrack; before I remembered that modern-day pirates actually do have homework. (after which I had to change out of my Jack Sparrow get-up and sit down to mug for Chinese.)

But I'm still wearing all my piratey jewellery and doodads; and my little sister is giving me funny looks because I've been pottering around the house in a beach shirt, Roxy shorts, Jack Sparrowesque mascara, messy hair, and about five necklaces.

WHEEEE.
I can't wait for the PotC premiere. <3 And nothing, absolutely nothing (not even thirteen men dancing on a dead man's chest!) will stop me from getting to that premiere.

...That having been said, I do pity the poor souls who'll be going with me. :/
They shall be duly embarrassed during
1) the opening credits, when Cara stands up in her seat and starts singing along lustily to He's A Pirate. (trilly bits and all)
2) during the movie, when Cara echoes, word for word, "BUT WHY IS THE RUM GONE?", bursts into hysterical laughter, and drains the whole of her Diet Coke in one swig.
3) during the movie, when Cara starts gloating about having a jar of dirt.
4) during the movie, when Cara starts singing He's A Pirate all over again, whenever Jack Sparrow comes onscreen.
5) after the movie, when the end credits start to roll, and Cara starts bawling and weeping about it being the World's End.

Ting! We be hot pirate wenches. :]
And Maxy be Will Turner.
And Seet be Teh Undead Monkey. :/

Err...I mean- ARRRRR.

Now avast, me hearties; Cap'n Jackie Sparrow's off ta finish her hawmework.

...Blitherin' bother.


So brown eyes, I hold you near
You're the only song I want to hear;
And you're a melody spinning through my atmosphere.
-----

TRIBUTE TO HUMAN FAITH & VULNERABILITY POST.



A stranger stabs you in the front;
A friend stabs you in the back.
A boyfriend stabs you in the heart.
A best friend pokes you with a straw.



Sometimes you just have to sit back
& watch the world pass you by.
But sometimes you have to get back up
& catch up before it leaves you behind.
Because babe, it won't wait for a second.



"Apologies are all we'll ever be," she said.
Standing on the stairs
Looking back, looking hard at me.
"Well, life is long for those who have to wait," I said.
It's the choice I had to make.



You are so damn beautiful
and I think I'm going to have to scream it at you
for you to finally understand that.



Every once in while, people step up. They rise above themselves.
Sometimes, they fall short. Life is funny at times.
It can push pretty hard, but if you look close enough,
you find hope in the words of children, in the bars of a song, and in the eyes of someone you love.
And if you're lucky,
and I mean if you're the luckiest person on this entire planet,
the person you love, decides to love you back.



We're just afraid, period.
Our fear is free floating.
We're afraid this isn't the right relationship
or we're afraid it is.
We're afraid they won't like us
or afraid they will.
We're afraid of failure
or we're afraid of success.
We're afraid of dying young
or we're afraid of growing old.
We're more afraid of life
than we are of death.
-Marianne Williamson



Get out, get out.
wherever you are.
Find a new friend.
Jump as high as you can.
Change your favorite color.
Dance to a ringtone.
Follow a path. kiss upside down.
Have a green day.
Take a deep breath.
Leave your head in the clouds.
Make time. Put your roof down.
Wear flowers in your hair.
Get grass stains on your knees.
Turn right when you should turn left.
See things from a new perspective.
It's okay.
Live YOUR life.



I am invincible as long as I am alive.


Jilted hearts to build jilted lovers;
And we are skyscrapers and its considered entrapment
and its deadliest sin.
-----

We are the new face of destruction.
Prettier and younger,
but not any better off.

And I wonder if I'm feeling like he did back then,
before the courtship of the noose and pale grey wysterias
So ill-fitting, draped loosely round a box called Hope Lost;
They said he penned my name in his very last letter.




And;

(whispers: Hey baby,
You're six feet under and you can't hear me.)


(INSERT INTERESTING, WITTY, AND THOUGHT-PROVOKING QUOTE HERE.)
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Oh I don't know, I'm just not in the mood for a quote right now.

I know! Like, emigawsh! What is the world coming to?!
(Ooh look, pink elephant.)

I've been delaying posting for a lawwwwng time because I was planning to wait and do a nice long picture post. :] BUT Maxine Lam Ai Ting forgot to bring the gizmook to connect my camera's memory card with my Mac, so ten bucks tells me that the schmexy picture post won't be coming tonight.

... Dundundunn.

I drank blood.

The other day. In, like, the NJC Bio Lab.

I know, I know. OF ALL PLACES, right? It could've been a graveyard. It could've been in some tiny, musty room tucked away in Northern France, all misty and musty and romantic. It could've been in some crazy mythicalesque place with princes and unicorns and vampires and elves,

...but nuuuu, it had to be in the NJC Bio Lab.

And it wasn't even in some crystal goblet, with light scintillating off the edges.
...It was from a plastic disposable plate.
Which probably was passed down from IP06 to IP05 to IP01 to IP02 to IP03 and finally IP04.

Dahyum, I'm weird.

But that having been said- it ackshually tasted pretty good.
Kinduv like that liver shizz my mum forces me to take.
But from the way everyone else in 04 reacted, you would've thought I had eaten a part of the human anatomy or something.

Wei Quan: "Arrrghhh! Cara, don't drink the blood! You'll get AIDS!!!"

Haha, Wei Quan.
Haha.

...Kat cut a heart in her pig's heart.

Ohhhhyes.

Introducing the New Urban Emo--- NJC style.

...Feeling emo? ...Carve a heart into your pig's heart!
...Thirsty? ... Drink blood!
... Angry? ... Blowing people up is so last year. Stuff your finger's into a pig's aorta instead!

Good times, good times.

Uh huh uh huh, and I finally finished my one star canoeing course for nationals. :] Hahah. It was neat, 'cept during the capsize drill; I realized that my canoe didn't have any buoyancy.

So it was, like.

Me: "Oh dang...Maxy....Jinnie... *treads water frantically* ...I think my boat's sinking...!"

And then it was me grappling in the water, desperately trying to haul my rapidly sinking canoe out of the water, and Maxy and Jinnie freaking out from their canoes, from where they were SUPPOSED TO RESCUE ME.

And worse still, I HAD to realize that my lifejacket was too big for me.

"...Maxy! Heeeelp. I'm falling out of my lifejacket!"

And I had that Dido song playing in my head, all the while I was thinking oh no, oh no, oh no....

I will go down with this ship canoe;
I will put up my hands fall out of my incredibly loose lifejacket; and surrender,
There will be no white flag upon my door,
I'm in love, and always will be. sinking. Will somebody help me?

Muahaha yesterday we had the whole NJ track and field thing.

Managed (with Kat's help!) to get some very candid, very unglam pictures of CERTAIN PEOPLE. :]

Photoshop rocks.

<3

(watch this space. Pictures coming soon.)